Notes on... The Met

The met can provide ups and downs. I often experience moments of mass panic on the met. When the inspectors get on, I always get slightly worried I may have misplaced my ticket. I have to try and get it as fast as possible because I hate when the inspectors wait and are secretly suspecting you have not got a ticket. However by far the worst feeling is when you have arrived on the platform and are leisurely in the process of getting a ticket and suddently you hear the met approaching...and then you begin to urgently press the fucking touch screen buttons and they click on the wrong destination and then its here! You are acutely aware of everyone on the met looking at you wondering if you'll make it. Then you still have to wait as the machine takes its sweet time printing the ticket and then the debate over whether to run to get the met...you go for it...it leaves. People laugh/pity you from the warmth and light of the met and you just know its going to be a dark, dark day.

K and N have also witnessed quite a horrific incident on the met. We were initially alarmed when we saw a man get trapped not once, but twice, in the met doors. We laughed, because I dont know how anyone wouldnt. He sat on the set of seats next to us, then out of nowhere, he started having a fit. Alarmed and scared, we did not come to his rescue. We sat there while the met was in silence, everyone looking at him. Finally after about three hours someone, a braver person than I,(who was probs medically trained) helped him. We wanted to stay on the met to see how the drama unfolded but unfortunately we had reached our destination. We got off and never found out what happened, although sometimes we affectionately refer to him as "fit man" although he was by no means an attractive person.

Other incidents on the met include observing three met inspectors who were stood by the door. One of them (the ring leader) had his collar up on his Metrolink high vis coat in an attempt to perhaps be a sort of Cantona type character. One of them was ginger and one was non discript. Erics phone started to ring and Same Jeans by The View was blitzing out. This alerted my attention because I knew any sane human would have been sick of this song and also because it was so loud. Ginger doing a mini dance to the tune in which, I suspect, was an attempt to try and impress me.
Ginger: Whats this song?
Eric: Same Jeans by The View
Ginger: (typing in phone)... Blue Jeans...okay
Eric: Errr yeah. Blue Jeans.

I liked Eric a whole lot more after this.